The working man is in my head now

cause in this world we're all together

trapped in a world he never made

it's a steel and concrete place - that lasts
forever

and no one smiles - it's the working class

who's got time for sympathy?

he sees reality, it makes him close his eyes

wakes up in the morning and he feels cold

makes the commute to a faraway place

but in his head he's even further away

and no one smiles - it's the working class

who's got time for courtesy?

for every working man who earns a working wage

who's gonna set us free?

the working man is in my head

in this world we're all together

remembering a girl he loved

now he knows she's gone for good

for him everyday is just a cycle

gets home at night, turns on the color t.v.

staring at programs set in faraway lands

but the gray world outside his window is all he
can see

and no one smiles - it's the working class

who's got time for courtesy?

for every working man who earns a working wage

who's gonna set us free?

well if you've got a scream inside you better
shout it before the real world takes your breath
away

ideals die fast now if you let them

but where's the future in another factory day?

it's easy to say it

it's harder to live it

but look around and choose

remember he's like you